The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 105: The Romance of the Embroidered Ball (15)

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: The Romance of the Embroidered Ball (15)

From the moment Su Li entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony, many things began to develop in unpredictable directions.

Decrees were issued one after another from within the hall.

The most shocking news that set the entire Capital abuzz was that the Eldest Prince, Xuanyuan Baiqi, had been appointed Crown Prince and was specifically ordered to act as the regent during the Imperial Examination period. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Have you found out what happened?" Xuanyuan Jian’s face was livid, veins bulging on the back of his hand. He clenched a white porcelain teacup, slowly filling its surface with tiny cracks.

"Why would Emperor Zhao suddenly issue such a decree?"

Xuanyuan Jian was caught off guard by Emperor Zhao’s sudden move. He thought he had plenty of time to slowly scheme for that position, but his older brother had unexpectedly gotten there first.

"I do not know, but according to the eunuchs stationed on the periphery, it seems to be related to the woman the Eldest Prince brought into the palace."

Xuanyuan Jian couldn’t help but think of Su Li’s beautiful face. "Could it be that brother presented Su Li to father that day?"

Despicable...

However, after his initial anger, his clarity gradually returned, and Xuanyuan Jian secretly thought it impossible.

Their father, while not being praised as wise and valiant, definitely was not someone who could be swayed by beauty.

Moreover, there were countless beauties in the palace who could match Su Li. If beauty was effective, why would his brothers need to fight each other covertly? They could simply gather the most beautiful women in the world and present them.

There must be some matters he was unaware of.

Xuanyuan Jian pondered deeply, and the subordinate kneeling before him did not dare to move rashly.

After a moment, Xuanyuan Jian said, "Investigate and report to me all of Su Li’s actions and whereabouts from her time in Chaoshan to now."

"Yes."

"...and regarding Miss Wen..." his diligent subordinate asked, "if we divert our manpower, we might not be able to pay much attention there."

In the face of beauty and power, anyone with a bit of ambition knew which to choose, especially since Xuanyuan Jian and Wen Rou had yet to build a deep trust and affection through many shared hardships and misunderstandings. After only a few seconds of silence, Xuanyuan Jian waved his hand, "Leave her be for now."

"With the protection of the Third Prince, there shouldn’t be any trouble in the short term."

However, Xuanyuan Jian greatly underestimated Wen Rou’s capacity for causing incidents.

In just a few days, she had stirred up several troubles in the city.

Whether it was ruining the wedding of an 18th-ranked concubine outside the palace or smashing up a newly opened chess house...

The Third Prince treated Wen Rou as mere amusement, but now the amusement had brought too much trouble and was no longer fun to contend with Xuanyuan Jian. Hence, he clicked his tongue and said coldly and ruthlessly to those who came to him, "This person has nothing to do with the Third Prince Mansion. If you want compensation or an apology, go find the lady herself."

People who originally intended to ally themselves with the power of the Prince Mansion and just wanted some compensation now found themselves delighted.

Meanwhile, Wen Rou had no idea that her confidante had already grown tired of her.

At that moment, Wen Rou, dressed as a man, lay sprawled in the luxurious room of Zuixiang Building. She held a wine cup, her face flushed, cursing under her breath—all curses directed at Xuanyuan Jian.

After a spell of cursing, she shouted towards the door, "Someone, go call my good friend, the Third Prince, to come and drink a few cups with me."

I just want to show him that even without Xuanyuan Jian, I am still very popular.

At least another Prince still greatly admires her.

"Someone..." Wen Rou called several times to the outside, but there was no response and the doorway remained eerily quiet.

Miss Wen Rou was displeased, stumbling to her feet, "Damn it, are you all deaf?"

Before she could take a few steps, the door was violently kicked open from the outside.

"Hey, look who it is if it isn’t our Miss Wen Rou...."

A fat man with slicked-back hair and dressed in fine silk garments, holding a paper fan inscribed with poetry, entered the room slowly, flanked by a coterie of servants.

"Drunk as a skunk, you shameless woman...." The Arhat, who had once been beaten up by Wen Rou, pinched his nose and stepped back several paces, an expression of disdain on his face.

Wen Rou squinted her eyes and stared hard, but her muddled mind could not remember who the man in front of her was, "What do you want, a good dog doesn’t block the road."

She had had enough to drink and was ready to return to the Third Prince Mansion to have a heart-to-heart with the Third Prince and soothe her mood.

Being insulted to his face, the Arhat flew into a rage. His beady eyes bulged out on his plump face as he scoffed coldly, "You still think you’re a distinguished guest of the Third Prince..."

Men like the Arhat, whose family’s fortune lingered around the seventeenth or eighteenth tier of influence, knew only of Wen Rou’s connection with the Third Prince but were oblivious to her entanglement with the Second Prince.

Had he been aware, he wouldn’t have recklessly rushed over upon hearing rumors that the Third Prince had disdain for her, trying to find retribution.

Otherwise, with all the people Wen Rou had offended in the Capital, it was just this foolish Arhat rushing to the forefront.

The words of the Arhat struck a chord with Wen Rou.

Recently, she had felt the Third Prince’s attitude towards her becoming much colder, despite her trying hard to please him by singing many classical songs she had learned before.

Were all men so despicable?

Wen Rou’s drunk face blushed red, uncertain whether it was from her own alcoholic fumes or from the annoyance caused by the Arhat’s words.

"Shut your mouth..." Wen Rou, staggering as she walked due to her intoxication, spoke angrily, her voice carrying a subtly intoxicated sweetness, fiery yet sweet....

Indeed, it had a unique flavor to behold.

The Arhat, a lecherous fat man, looked on, lust gradually arising. Despite initial hesitations, simply wanting to indulge his verbal cravings, his courage grew bold.

He rubbed his hands together, smirking sleazily, his greasy face squeezing together.

"All of you go out, let me have a good meeting with Miss Wen."

Wen Rou, although drunk, was still conscious and sensed the danger, instantly becoming vigilant and fiercely said, "What do you want to do?"

"Get out, you fat pig."

The Arhat, who had always hated being called fat, instantly applied more force, locked the door, and started dragging Wen Rou into the room.

Wen Rou’s body, softened by alcohol, was feeble, hardly providing any resistance.

Now she truly panicked.

Originally, this room was the most favored private room of the Oiran in the Zuixiang Building, but Wen Rou, greatly fond of its style, claimed it exclusively every time she was there.

Thus, the large bed prepared for guests in this room now unfortunately benefited someone else.

Seeing the bed drawing ever closer, along with the increasingly disgusting smile on the Arhat’s face, fear churned in Wen Rou’s stomach.

She retched a few times, which only infuriated the Arhat.